The Eagle, The Priestess, and the Epitaph Pt. 1 [Fantasy] [Mind Control] [fdom]

(Authors Note: This is my first erotic story posting to reddit. Please feel free to give any advice/feedback/critiscm. Thanks! Pt. 2 coming soon)

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I watched from behind my bedroom curtains, sneakily observing, as I awaited my parents to leave the driveway. My emerald eyes watching, my breath heavily panting as I stood motionless, hearing the ticks and tocks of a clock, silence deafening in the house.

As the car pulled out and drove off, I gave a sigh of relief. It was my 18th birthday. And there was something I always wanted to do. Not something any other 18-year-old wants to do on their 18th.

When I was 10, my family had moved to this old-style farmhouse in the middle of nowhere Kansas. Farmland surrounding us for miles. It took 20 minutes just to get to school each morning. Shortly after moving in, I discovered an old door hidden behind a bookshelf in my fathers’ library. It led to the attic.

I remember fondly of my father catching me before even making it upstairs and making me promise never to go up there. Never to go behind that door. The door that had an eagle painted on it. Not like the American eagle but more like one from old medieval books.

It was one of those things that children took as a challenge. “Don’t touch the cookies in the cookie Jar” or “Don’t you dare look for your Christmas Gifts” type of moments. The kid’s just want to sneakily pluck a cookie out of the jar or go digging in their parents closet for at least one of their gifts.

I made my way to my fathers’ library. I pulled the thick black leather book and heard a few clicks. I pulled the bookshelf away from the wall to reveal the ancient staircase I had seen 8 years earlier. I slowly walked up the staircase, the old wood creaking and moving as I walked upwards, the edges of my pant legs scraping each stair ledge.

I gulped, nearly sweating now. Years of anticipation and waiting led to this moment. The old black wood door with an Eagle painted on it. I reached out to the wooden doorknob and turned. It was locked.

“Fuck!” I swore under my breath. I leaned against the wall and glanced up, noticing a small bronze key hanging from an old tattered string. I reached out and grabbed the key, removing it from the metal hook it hung from. I slid the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door.

As the door creaked open creepily like some horror movie, I gulped again, feeling sweat forming on my forehead. I wiped it clean as I moved my hand through my long hair. I was well overdue for a haircut. I looked like Harry from that terrible 4th film where no one had gotten a hair cut in years.

I stepped inside the attic. It was dark, dank, and dreadfully ominous. I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. I waved it around. Boxes and crates lined the room. Large beige and white cloths covered just about everything. Nearby was a desk full of pictures and maps from what looked like an Egyptian dig site.

I walked further in, coughing and sneezing from the dust, as I approached the back portion of the attic space. I stopped and stood frozen glaring up at two tall statues. They were of that dog dude from Egyptian lore. Anubule? Anus? Something like that. He wasn’t into history nor was it his best subject in high school. They each carried as spear in each of their left hands and some scale in their rights.

What the fuck was this? A museum? Why were his parents hiding these things?

He then noticed nestled between the two statues was something covered in a large white cloth. He reached out and grasped the cloth, feeling dust coat the palm of his sweaty hand. He tugged it down and the cloth fell over him, covering him in dust.

He coughed more and more as he pulled it off him and bushed the dust off his black shirt and pants. He glanced up and his eyes widened. A large stone epitaph of Egyptian Hieroglyphics stood before him. He reached his hand and moved his hand along the painted carved stone.

“Cool” he muttered as if it were some neat scene from one of the marvel movies. He then heard a metal thud behind him and jumped. He turned around and noticed something from under the covers had fallen behind him. Before he could investigate, he felt a hand grab his shoulder and pull him back, right through the stone tablet. He felt like he was being suffocated by sand, even losing his phone in the process. He attempted to fight whatever was grabbing him but couldn’t shake them off. Soon he fell through the back half, landing on his back, looking up at golden clouds swirling around a purple sky with two suns.

“Ah” said a loud yet calm and feminine voice “a Visitor.”

He stood up quickly, turning around to find some sort of stone oval pavilion floating in an empty void of gold and purple. He walked slowly towards the pavilion, observing it was someone’s home. There was a large bed of purple silk sheets, a table full of food, a chair next to a fireplace. It was like he was in a dream.

“Mooo”

He jumped, noticing a cow had appeared next to him, its tail swaying.

“Well, do try not to have a heart attack dear” the Cow had begun to talk to him

“You….you talk” he uttered, before slapping his face hard “I have to be dreaming.”

He continued to try and slap himself awake before the cow transformed into a beautiful woman with long black hair. She reached out and grabbed his wrist, preventing him from slapping himself any further.

“I can full heartedly inform you human that you are indeed awake” She smiled, her red luscious lips opened to show pearl white teeth. Her red eyes glared down at him as she was clearly a foot taller than he was. White long robes glittered down her slender body. Her large breasts hidden behind them. Gold jewelry covered her neck, fingers and bands clamped on her writs and upper arms.

“I’m…. I’m not dreaming?” He uttered nervously as his eyes began to wander. Noticing her cleavage in the parting of her white robes.

“No. You’re not” she stated, smiling a bit as she would definitely notice his wandering eyes. “Do you know where you are human?”

“Mars?” He uttered, gulping his spit again as he glanced up t her, noticing her silky-smooth skin.

She laughed a bit hard that time. She let go of his wrist and moved the back of her index finger along his right cheek. “You’re a funny one. I’m definitely going to enjoy having you as my guest.”

She moved her hand away from him to the table full of food. “Please, help yourself…what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t…” he nervously spoke. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Something about her made him…. happy? Calm? Attracted? “It…Its Max. Who…who are you?”

She gave a cute chuckle before moving towards him, moving a hand to his shoulder as she began to walk around him slowly “I am Hathor, Goddess of Love, Sexuality, and Fertility. Welcome to my prison Max”

Goddess? Sexuality? Fertility? Fuck. His thoughts began to wander. His left foot slid backwards slightly as he was attempting to walk away backwards. “Well Hathor, very….very nice to meet you. Did… did you say prison?”

“Yes. Isis that slutty bitch trapped me here. Wanted the title of Fertility Goddess to herself.” She snapped harshly. She then smiled, noticing he was attempting to flee. “That stone epitaph is what binds me here. Luckily, I can bring others into my prison but leaving…. Not really an option for me…. or you. “She licked her lips slightly, observing his body this time.

“I… I can’t leave?” He stopped walking backwards. He gulped. He was trapped here? With a Goddess of sex and fertility? Fuck!

“Nope. No way out….” She let her words trail off as she approached him once more. “Do you know what animal avatars I was given? The sexist men of your world made ma a cow. A cow! Can you believe that max? How dare they!” She trailed behind him, moving the tip of a finger along the back of his neck as she went. She did a full 360 around him before transforming into a long black cobra, her length coiling around Max. “But the Cobra. That was my true form. The form the Gods who trapped me here gave me.”

The snakelike tongue hissed at Max’s face, licking at his right cheek before her coiling boding formed back into her humanize shape. This time, Max was now leaning back into her, as she sat on a golden throne like chair. His head was resting against her large breasts as she reached out, plucking a grape from a small bonsai tree next to the chair. She moved it to his lips, lightly pressing it.

Max nervously opened his lips and graciously accepted the grape, eating it. In fact, it was one of the coldest, and juiciest grape he had ever eaten.

As he chomped on it, she moved one hand through his hair, the other along his left arm. “Don’t worry Max, now that we are cell mates, I’m sure there are many things we could talk about. Or do.” She smiled devilishly as she glanced to the bed. Max gulped, feeling his heart race faster, his body warming up to sweat again. He attempted to lift himself off her but she held him back against her.

“In a rush to go somewhere Max?” She uttered, plucking a grape off to try and feed him again.

“N…no “He uttered, accepting the second grape. This was wild. It was like he was experience some erotic novel he could find off the internet and jack off to. He felt weaker yet calmer the longer he sat there before realizing she had yet to eat the grapes “Is…. did you…..the grapes “ He uttered. He couldn’t form sentences. His mind was blurring. His mouth was running thick with saliva, his body, sweating profusely.

“Oh these…. aren’t grapes Max “she giggled, once again turning into her cobra form and sliding out from under him. He was left in the chair, sluggishly back as she reformed to kneel before him. “Their seeds full of aphrodisiacs. In this place, my prison, there is no room for words. Only… action “She smiled.

She reached out with her left hand and her nails extended like some lion paw. His shirt was torn and ripped off, leaving his semi athletic body exposed. Her hands began to reach for his belt as she glanced to his emerald eyes which staired into her ruby eyes.

“You’re a virgin aren’t you, Max?” She smiled, leaning in and kissing his lips softly. “I can tell. Don’t worry. Since time doesn’t exist here, we have all of eternity to give you all the experience you’re ever going to want.” She kissed him again, harder this time.

He couldn’t move his arms. Yet, would he want to? He was actually enjoying himself. Or was it the drugs talking? Either way. The hot Egyptian goddess was literally removing his pants at the time of this thought. Whether he could move his arms or not, he was simply going to lie back and enjoy.

She had slid his pants off, taking his socks and shoes with it. Left sitting in his blue boxer briefs, she kissed his lips harder as her hands moved up his thighs, until they grasped at the band. Tugging them down and tearing them off, he was left nude with his semi erect cock bobbing up at her breasts. She broke the kiss, a strand of drool hanging between their lower lips. He glanced into her eyes as she glanced into his. Without a moment’s hesitation, they kissed again, harder than before, as her tongue entered his mouth, swirling around as it patted against his own tongue and his teeth. She was devouring him as her hands moved to give him a hand job. His thick long 6.5-inch cock stood erect in her hands. It felt like his cock was a balloon ready to pop. The tightness he hadn’t felt before, not even while jacking off to porn.

Minutes passed, and what felt like hours before she broke their kiss. He panted, feeling so warm his whole body was covered in sweat. She smiled before kissing down his neck, sliding her tongue with it. She covered all the sweet spots on his neck, before moving to his chest, nibbling at his right nipple before moving down his abdomen to his crotch. She found the tip of his cock, kissed it before sliding her tongue down the shaft before popping one of his balls into her mouth and sucked on it, her hand gripping his shaft while the other moved to his thigh, digging her nails into his leg.

He panted harder, he soon felt he had regained control of his hands. He gripped the arms of the chair as she glanced up, feeling the pleasurable effect she had on his member. “Don’t…..stop” he panted, gulping in between his words as he closed his eyes.

“Trust me, I won’t” She uttered after letting go of his testicle. She snapped her mouth to the base of the underside of his shaft, nibbling slowly as she moved her mouth up to the tip before sliding her mouth around it. Her tongue slithered around the tip of his dick, soaking him in her warm spit. She soon began to bob her head, adding more of his man meat into her warm wet mouth with each bob. Soon she went all the way down until her nose hit his pubic hair.

He grunted, feeling his entire member in her moist hot mouth. “Fuck!” He uttered, moving his arm to her head. He had full control again. He gripped her hair, and pushed down, forcing her to grip onto his whole cock. He panted harder, feeling his cock was so hard his skin was going to tear. He felt his balls tighten and his anus tighten. He was going to cum. He pulled her head off him and moaned loudly. His hot seed spewed out of his thick member, spraying her face. Strand after strand. After 7 strands, his dick pulsed as he panted, looking down at her cum covered face. She simply smiled back at him.

She leaned in and kissed the tip once more before moving up his chest and neck back to his lips and kissing him tightly. He could taste his own salty seed in the kiss. He didn’t mind. He just had his first blow job. If you could call it that. It was like 5 seconds worth.

She broke the kiss and staired into his eyes. “Oh Max. We are far from being done.”

He knew he was trapped with her here in this prison. He accepted his fate and leaned up and kissed her. Excited to feel more.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uo9ykc/the_eagle_the_priestess_and_the_epitaph_pt_1